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Show Fable of Pan of Biscuits. A Vassar girl married a Kansas farmer. Two weeks later a cyclone made the happy pair a friendly call. It cavorted around the premises, ripping up the fences, scattering the haystacks and playing horse with the barn, but when it looked through the open window it drew back in alarm. There lay the bride's first pan of biscuits. bis-cuits. "I ain't feelin' very strong this morning," murmured the cyclone. And with another glance at the terrible ter-rible pan It blew Itself away. |